It is both a blessing and a curse to feel so deeply.

~ Unknown   ~

Urunga at dawn under the spirit trees

Sit with a tree
Let the tree become me
and
me become the tree

The two become true
and disappear
While still standing near

Dropping leaves like tears always
and new life returns
After a fiery strife
From  a dry and parched life.

Spirit moves
The ground below soothes the pas
The lightening strikes of misguided dislikes
With left over spikes

Those wood bees on the far right
Who duck for cover
Outta sight
as they attempt to unscrew any sands that are tight.

I am here in the first light
and
I am spoiling from my toiling
The boys sing "I want this fight"
"I want to set this issue alight"

And so I desire us to get on with it
We desist from contrite acts of greediness
And see the parts
she's played in this.   M Peters

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